A month has gone by since you were last seen
And though a target had you been at first
For tomcats on the prowl and far from green
You still showed up at times to quench my thirst
For loyal to your feline roots were you
In spite of being fearful for your life
While there was very little I could do
As absent was I in your time of strife
And now no longer seen were you at all
And death I fear has dropped on us its load
As silence answers when your name I call
And images appear upon the road
Of broken limbs and crushed perhaps a head
Belonging to a cat that's cold and dead.
